A Haughty Nation

Haughty Nation 

“They crap in our forest”, a young man yelled
the Roma people had pitched a tent near the woods
where people of this tolerant nation go hunting.
They came here the people from afar to seek work
but are usually met with contempt and mistrust.
They came in the hope of getting a share 
in this nations’ largesse, but ran into racism
unbecoming pride like it was their cleverness 
that brought up oil from the bottom of the sea.
Now, instead of being unassuming, they became  
reactionaries giving pompous advice to less
fortunate countries.
“They crap in our forest”, nourishing an imbecilic 
nation, that due to undeserved riches has lost
contact with reality and a kind- heart- ness.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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